Twitch: The Price of Fame

Everyone wants to be famous, or at least that’s what they say. Ever day a hundred thousand people go online, just trying to be the next twitch sensation or youtube star … everyone wishes to be the next PewdiePie or Ninja. Well once, it happened to me. I got everything I thought I ever wanted, and if you are looking for the same life, hear my warning … there is a price to fame, and it is one not everyone is willing to pay.

It all started when I logged on to my twitch one day. I wasn’t a very big twitch streamer, only with a few hundred views and subscribers, but one day I hopped to make it big. I played all the latest games, from Fortnite to Warzone to the one with the goose. But nothing seemed to work, I was stuck with just tiny amounts of views.

“When will I be famous?” I sighed. Just then I saw I had a new message on twitch. I opened the message and it said “Do you want to be famous?”

“Oh tell me more.” I laughed and opened the message, this is what I saw.

“Would you like to be a big famous streamer, earn millions of dollars and live the streamer lifestyle? All this could be yours using our famous patened stream success secret method. It’s a secret method that can guarantee you will become a viral sensation overnight, with no dirty tricks or payment scams. It only costs one thing …

Signed, LIVED_PRODUCTION_666”

I was fascinated by the proposal so I didn’t even notice the sinister number in the username. At the end of the username. I quickly clinked on the link. Wow how exiciting, I though,t, I was going to be a big time twitch star.

The website had details on and a credit card details but the details were weird, instead of the card number and the other security details, I saw something else. The payment box said “Soul number” and there was another box that said “Enter your 3 digit baptism code.”

“What the fuck is this?” I thought, as the page had said there would be no payment … then again it had only said it wouldn’t cost money. But then again, I didn’t know these codes anyway so I couldn’t possibly use them. Or at least that’s what I thought. Suddenly, google chrome came up with a notification saying “autofill number” for my own name. Suddenly the soul number and the baptism were filled in. The soul number was my birthday then a bunch of other numbers I didn’t recognize and the baptism code was my churches ZIP code.

“Wow weird.” I thought to myself. But I still pressed pay at the bottom to make the payment and access the fame.

When I pressed pay, suddenly a red warning came up on the screen. It said “Are you sure you want to do this …? Sometimes fame isn’t worth the price you must pay.” I laughed it off thinking it was a weird joke, of course I would give anything to be famous, wouldn’t I? It was too late now, anyway, I pressed the button and the wires sent the message to the internet.

Suddenly I got an email that said “Your journey to fame begins here.” I opened the email and saw what it said in the email. The email said “In six days you will receive a package contain all you need to continue your fame journey. When it arrives, simply put on what it contains and head to Times Square, New York. Your fame will then be guaranteed.”

I could hardly wait for the package to arrive. The next six days seemed to go by very slowly. Finally, it was next week and my package had arrived. I opened the package. Inside was a white bottle contained pills and a there was t-shirt next to it that said “I love Trump” in big letters on the front. There was also a “make America great again” hat.

“What the hell is this?” I asked “I don’t know anything about politics.”

“Oh well, it’s worth it for fame.” I said, and put on the tshirt and the hat and took one of the pills. Then I followed the instructions and got in my car and drove to new York to go to times square.

“Well, what do I do now?” I asked to myself as I walked around times square. Suddenly then I felt the sinister power of the program begin to work. There was a rumbling in my stomach. Then I felt a lot of pain in my guts, like my guts were going to expload. It must’ve been the pill I had take, affecting my digestive system. I tried to run but I was packed in them middle of times square and there wasn’t a restroom anywhere insight.

“No no no.” I whispered to myself, trying desperately to find a restroom. I was in the middle of times square underneath the big electronic square. Suddenly, I couldn’t hold it off any longer. The pills worked their magic, and I shit myself in the middle of Times Square. It was diharea. I was wearing white shorts. A big spout of liquid poop shot out and onto the pavement, ruining my shorts and splashing on my sandals.

“Hey, look everybody, that Trump Supporter is shitting himself” Someone yelled, and suddenly everyone was looking at me. Despite the shame I couldn’t stop and suddenly a thousand cameras were all pointing my way. I tore off the hate and I ran but everyone followed me pointing cameras a laughing as camera flashes flashed across the air.

I ran back to my car and drove away, quickly driving home. But it was no use. When I got home I opened twitter, and to my horror I saw what was trending … #TimesSquareShittyGuy. I opened the hashtag and nearly cried as I saw hundreds and hundreds of photos and videos of me shitting myself in times square being shared all over the internet. I had gone viral. It had been exactly what the message had promised. I was getting millions and millions of views.

I went away and cried all night. Sure enough, the next morning I opened up my twitch and gasped in shock. 1 million subscribers. The viral fame had spread to my twitch channel. I had got exactly what I wanted … but deep down I new that all those subscribers weren’t there for me. They were there for the guy who shitted himself in times square. They wanted to see what he might do next. I closed my eyes and I didn’t know whether to laugh, or to cry. I got exactly what I wanted … but I learnt that the most important thing was to be careful what you wish for. Sometimes fame isn’t worth the price.

SIGNED: Zane Maverik Creepypasta